Chapter 553
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Chapter 553: The Wild New World
Noah’s world, Annottales.
This ancient city, once radiant with grandeur, had fallen into ruins after the dawn of the new Noah era. Its former beauty was now a memory buried beneath broken walls and desolate streets. The vibrant life it once hosted had vanished, leaving behind an eerie emptiness.
Over a decade of madness had reshaped the world of Noah.
Even the sky had transformed—a perpetual eternal night now reigned over the land. The stars continued to sparkle faintly, and the moon waxed and waned, but the sun was gone, hidden beyond reach.
Some extraordinary beings ascended into the heavens, hoping to uncover the truth, only to find an unending abyss. Darkness engulfed not just Noah’s world but also the vastness of the universe beyond.
Speculation ran wild, but a shared belief persisted among Noah’s people: the eternal night was not born of chaos but of divine intervention—the doing of the Goddess of Night.
This Savior, a demigod who once stood atop Babel Tower, had defeated the deity of the Steel Throne. To her followers, the night sky was not a curse but a protective shield, a barrier between Noah and annihilation.
But a chilling truth lingered—
The Savior of Babel Tower was gone.
Annottales: A City in Ruins
Though shattered, Annottales was not entirely abandoned. People scavenged among the rubble, desperate to find remnants of the old world.
“Mommy…”
A trembling half-orc girl crept along the ruins of a once-mighty cathedral, her soft voice echoing through the darkness.
“Mom, where are you?”
Her fragile frame quivered as she stumbled through the debris. The oppressive silence suffocated her, broken only by her own ragged breaths. She tripped and fell, the sudden noise reverberating ominously.
Her heart raced.
She had made too much noise.
The world had been invaded over a decade ago by the Spawn of Outer Gods—grotesque creatures that consumed life indiscriminately. Even Noah’s extraordinary defenders were overwhelmed by their relentless onslaught.
From the darkness came a sinister sound.
“Sss…”
Her body froze as the hissing grew closer.
From the shadows emerged a creature of nightmares: the Six Demon Blood Serpent. Its six decaying heads, drenched in blood, twisted grotesquely atop its massive purple body. Its jet-black eyes glistened with malice, and at its tail, a monstrous claw flexed menacingly.
This was no ordinary Spawn. It was a high-level abomination, crowned in power and fear, serving the Outer God known as the Lord of Ashes.
The girl’s wide eyes filled with despair. She shut them tight, her trembling lips whispering a desperate prayer.
“Oh, mighty Savior!”
“Please save me!”
The serpent reared back, its foul breath corroding the very air. Just as it prepared to strike, a pitch-black barrier erupted between the girl and the beast. The monstrous breath dissipated harmlessly.
The girl gasped.
Dark Light.
Before her stood a figure shrouded in shadows: a black-haired girl whose presence commanded awe and fear. Her serene face bore the composure of one who judged life itself.
The Six Demon Blood Serpent recoiled, sensing its demise.
Without a word, the black-haired girl extended her hand. Shadows surged forth, crushing the massive serpent into a speck of nothingness within seconds.
“Boring,” she muttered, her voice laced with disdain.
The girl, trembling in gratitude, recognized her savior:
“Your Majesty of Babel Tower!”
She tried to approach, but the black-haired girl stepped back, her gaze cold.
“Don’t come near me,” she said, her voice sharp. “You are not worthy to approach me, insignificant ant.”
The little girl stepped back, terrified yet hopeful. “Thank you for saving me… but could you help me find my mother?”
The black-haired girl hesitated, then sighed impatiently.
“Humph. Fine. Follow me. I’ve sensed her presence already.”
The Underground Refuge
Beneath the ruins of Annottales lay an underground city, a refuge for millions.
Protected by layers of rituals
and magical barriers, the city
offered safety—at least from
most Spawns. However,
against Apocalypse-level
beings, these defenses could
only buy time. The true
protectors were the saints of
Babel Tower.
Life underground was bleak.
Elders clung to their faith in the
Dark Light, while the youth
idolized the Savior. But all
turned their eyes to the Black
Tower at the city’s heart,
kneeling daily in hope.
At its pinnacle, within a
modest room, Kaluoer quietly
prepared the space. Her long
blue hair now extended far
beyond her waist—a testament
to the years that had passed.
“I’m back!”
A cheerful voice broke the
silence as Inas, her black-
haired daughter, entered. Born
in the dark, surrounded by the
Savior’s light, Inas bore a
unique power tied to the Babel
Tower.
“I simply hope all this waiting
is worth it,” Inas murmured. “I
want the Savior to return and
end this nightmare.”
Kaluoer’s expression remained
stoic, but her voice softened.
“Perhaps the time has come.”
Inas’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“The Queen of Hearts has
called for a Babel Tower
conference in Tatsumi City,”
Kaluoer replied. “I intend to
take you there.”
Inas clenched her fists, hope
flickering in her heart.
The holy city of Babel Tower
awaited.
